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Kendrick Lamar( K.Dot,Kung-Fu Kenny )
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The Best Rapper Alive
Runnin' them ghetto streets, I ain't cookin' up nothin' But I got that tea kettle on side of me, that metal on side me I dare you to follow me, im double darin you to follow me where the drama be His mamma in debt, so she can't pay the funeral fee So wherever them candle at thats where the funeral be Kids dont get sleep, guns keep em' up real late Walk in the school shells layin on the concrete Take em to school show and tell for that final grade She gave him a F, I say that young boy deserve A Cuz she never slept where he slept, or seen ricochet bullets rip Through his cousins face rippin his face off I aim the 5th straight, concentrate like im playin golf Im tiger woods wit a gun in my car, I keep 1 in my car And keep a bitch with implants, so she keep 1 in her bra, boom Shit, make room for the lil basterd The flyest nigga u seen on centenial campus The 8 ball tucked in my jeans, while im gettin patted down They didn't know I had it on me stupid security Noone securin you, if im gone touch you If I dont like you then my spur pump left I take that back it prolly just wanna go and fuck you Go wit you then dump you inside the coneal confortable Defendin my belt dependin' on nobody but myself Unless you talkin bout money I need yo help I need some help they say that my screws is loose Like handlebars on mongoose, this is true Ya tough rappas im talkin to you He ain't on no used to shit, but you see his face grew He say that he fabulouse but really dont have a clue That he just a puppy livin in this zoo Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Shit, whoo, with that said you should know I am the truth The truth hurts you should feel pain when im done with this Done, sike I ain't finished Ever since the first grade been bad wit the run up sentence I never sat the benches in the game of life I played the whole 48 minutes, christ I rap with precision and lyrics is grandma nice Im cookin up somethin you want you a slice? then get it Im holdin my stomach im shittin' im fartin' On any rappa thinkin im in his vision are you retarded The CL got my head spinnin okward Bought it last month bout to put it up for auction Im not rappin im talkin powerfull And for dat dirty money boy the mac'll shower you The mac desenegrate and then devour you The mag forget you regurgitate and sour you I world trade you niggas north and south tower you Steroid my authority overpower you, the industry ain't affordin me The might as well just give me my money and start ignoring me Cuz yal niggas borin me, yal ain't makin dollas plus no cents I swear yal niggas foreign to me foreignas I tell ya what go and tell it to the corenor Killin' em whenever my preformance come When I do it it won't be nothin right after im done When I ruin niggas careers put you niggas in tears Get ya palm palms ya better off cheer for me Shit the new money is here for me
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